Inhouse

Yo, I’m back! Out of the outhouse, into the inhouse, back at the desk, back to work. I’ve left the bright lights and whirling crowds of Bedford Square for the quiet backwater of Seattle. I came in, dropped all my cases and bags and excess sweatshirts in the middle of the living room, grabbed a water bottle, and rushed out to vote. Saw a friend on the way in; did not have to stand in line; saw another friend on the way out. You see what a quiet backwater it is. That wouldn’t happen in Bedford Square.

Ohio. Pennsylvania. Michigan. Florida. Well, we’ll see. I don’t dare let myself think about how I long to be rid of Bush.

More tomorrow. I’ve been awake for more hours than you would believe, so there’s no sense trying to say more now. Especially since my eyes seem to be trying to secede from the rest of my head.

6 Responses to “Inhouse”

Um, sorry about the result. But just think about the fact that now it’s Bush, not Kerry, who has to dig the US out of the several giant holes it’s in. Shame about the supreme court, but at least y’all have easy access to Canada if necessary.

The trouble is that the coming crisis, while it will involve Junior looking like a bit of a div (good), is also likely to involve massive cuts in services for the poor, layoffs, deaths in combat, and innocents rotting in prison camps (bad).

If I were Canada, I’m not sure what I would do – though I know that I would consult widely beforehand, and do it earnestly.